[ Whether or not Hilda has managed to put a name to the thing that are clearly anxiety attacks is anyone's guess, but she is at least very familiar with the sensations and warning signs of them: her heart is beating faster than it normally would, her body has started trembling, and her mind is beginning to spiral.
The night before whirls through her mind again, replaying for the umpteenth time how quickly the situation had unfolded before her. Realistically it probably hadn't taken that long for Blake to be taken, but it felt that way to her. She's so certain it happened, but a part of herself is beginning to doubt it now. Helplessly she stops in her tracks, eyes wide, slightly panicked. ]
I didn't make it up in my head. You believe me don't you, Petra?
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The night before whirls through her mind again, replaying for the umpteenth time how quickly the situation had unfolded before her. Realistically it probably hadn't taken that long for Blake to be taken, but it felt that way to her. She's so certain it happened, but a part of herself is beginning to doubt it now. Helplessly she stops in her tracks, eyes wide, slightly panicked. ]
I didn't make it up in my head. You believe me don't you, Petra?